Sora (
rikuheyriku) wrote in
high_seas2013-10-21 08:44 pm
nope... this won't end badly at all.
Who: Sora and Riku, at first; then, all other Spade Pirates.
Where: Spade Pirates' ship
When: 22nd-end of event
What: Ghost ships go "we're gonna geeeet yooou", Riku and Sora go "WTF", Sorasays "Screw this, I need a vacation." then gets hit by Insta-Death.
Style: Starting in prose, but also accomodating.
Warnings: Death is a thing here.
Status: Open to all Spades, yep.
The day started out normally. They were all back on the ship, everyone was back into their routines, and all was well. As it got later in the day, Sora heard someone shouting. By the time he looked up, the ship was already being covered in what looked very much like fog--only problem was, it was way thicker than any fog he'd ever seen. It took... 'blanket of fog' to a whole new level in meaning.
It was definitely weird, to say the least.
Everyone had pretty much gotten quiet, after that. What little sound Sora could hear sounded strange. It was almost as though he had a ton of cotton jammed into his ears. Still, though, he was moving--blind, or not--through the white barrier, of sorts. Slowly navigating, he made a valiant effort to find his friends.
Where: Spade Pirates' ship
When: 22nd-end of event
What: Ghost ships go "we're gonna geeeet yooou", Riku and Sora go "WTF", Sora
Style: Starting in prose, but also accomodating.
Warnings: Death is a thing here.
Status: Open to all Spades, yep.
The day started out normally. They were all back on the ship, everyone was back into their routines, and all was well. As it got later in the day, Sora heard someone shouting. By the time he looked up, the ship was already being covered in what looked very much like fog--only problem was, it was way thicker than any fog he'd ever seen. It took... 'blanket of fog' to a whole new level in meaning.
It was definitely weird, to say the least.
Everyone had pretty much gotten quiet, after that. What little sound Sora could hear sounded strange. It was almost as though he had a ton of cotton jammed into his ears. Still, though, he was moving--blind, or not--through the white barrier, of sorts. Slowly navigating, he made a valiant effort to find his friends.
